When a Greek goddess lands in modern times there's bound to be trouble.
Banished from her home in Olympus and trapped in modern day Australia, Terpsichore does her best to fit in, but when she is mistaken for a prostitute she needs the services of straight- laced solicitor James Barrington to help.
James Barrington is a man on a fast track to a stellar legal career. Being involved with a pole dancing tango teacher is not part of the plan.
Together they fight an unknown stalker, a Titan rebel and a journey through the Underworld but can they find each other on the way?
General Release Date: 25th October 2013
A shrouded figure stood alone in a secluded corner of the club. He scanned the area, looking from one side of the smoke-filled room to the other.
These mortals disgust me with their decadence, but perhaps they shall serve their purpose and assist me with my revenge.
A lone dancer stood upon a high platform, encased in a cage to prevent human contact. He watched in fascination as she danced, oblivious to his or anyone else’s presence. She moved with grace and elegance, her body the epitome of feminine perfection. She rubbed her hips against the cold metal surface, then wrapped her muscular leg around the central pole supporting her while she arched her back. She thrust her firm breasts high while she sighed with the pleasure of letting her inhibitions go. It was almost a shame to destroy all that beauty, but he couldn’t allow himself to feel guilt for taking her life away from her. After what Zeus had put him through, he would not rest until he had his revenge. He would make her suffering great, and thus punish Zeus in the most effective way possible—through his children.
His precious daughters will forever be trapped in the Underworld and I will have my revenge on the one who destroyed my life.
* * * *
Oh, it feels so good!
It never failed to move her. The thrill she experienced every time she danced here at The Cave, Sydney’s premier dance club. She didn’t do it very often, but she loved it. It was the closest Corey got to the feeling of being home at Pieria, near Mount Olympus. Who would have thought that Terpsichore, the Muse of Dance, would be pole dancing in a fancy discotheque in Sydney? Certainly not Corey herself, although she had wished for the power to travel to other dimensions—little had she known that one day she would be doing just that. Except she had no idea how Hera had sent her here, or, more to the point, how to get home.
Oh the irony. Once she’d looked down on those who served her but now she was one of the ones who served. Wouldn’t her family be shocked to know she worked for money, and, worse than that, she was a tango teaching pole dancer!
She giggled as she pictured the scene in her father’s court. Zeus had a pretty strong opinion on manual labour and working for payment—especially his progeny. Gods and goddesses should be served, not the other way around. He’d probably lock her up for a month if he found out—or worse. If I ever find my way back home to Olympus, that is.
No point in worrying about that right now, she thought as she took another ankle spin around the pole. She jumped when someone’s hand reached up from below her platform and grabbed her ankle through the bars of the cage. She scanned the crowd and found the culprit. A randy, twenty-something guy with a stupid grin was attempting to slide his palm higher up her calf.
Oh no you don’t!
She lifted her foot in an attempt to shake him off, but he dug in his fingers and gripped harder. Great. Just great. Even though The Cave was more of a retro sixties club, occasionally some overenthusiastic patron hoped for a bit more of a show—just her luck to have one of those idiots zero in on her tonight. Her irritation increased when her second attempt to dislodge him failed and his sweaty skin sent shivers of revulsion through her. A pounding started inside her head and her eyes flashed fire and light, aiming directly at her captive’s offending body part
Holy crap. Did she just send a fireball at that boy? Her powers must finally be coming back.
But this probably wasn’t the time to rejoice because she prayed to the gods that she hadn’t hurt him. Annoying thing that he was, he was still an innocent mortal. Even as she’d thought it, she marvelled at how she’d changed. Back home she wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Amazing what living with mortals can do for you.
The young man released her leg instantly, as he fell down to the floor below. "Ow! What the f—?" He waved his hand back and forth, blowing on his fingers before dunking them in his glass of beer.
"She burned me, the bitch!"
One of his mates laughed and slapped him on the back. "How could she burn you, dude? All you did was touch her leg. She didn’t even move."
He pulled his hand out of the glass and inspected it. Corey leaned over the cage to get a look. Nothing. No marks, no blisters, no redness and now, apparently, no pain.
"Shit, this is just too weird," said the boy. "Let’s get the hell out of here. I’ve had enough of this place."
Word Count: 30,504
Book Length: SHORT NOVEL
GODS AND GODDESSES
Maggie Mitchell lives in her dream place by the sea. Of course, sometimes she even gets the dreams written down in a story. Lucky for her she has a musician for a husband who understands the creative spirit.
In her other life she teaches undergraduate university nursing students and designs eLearning courses for health organisations.
Most days you'll find her out on her balcony enjoying a glass of Moscato or a cappuccino made on her beloved espresso machine.
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